Tag Archives: passion
Mist Unknown
Should we leave
Into the ministry unknown
Fine day or misty
Knowing
Our thrill lies there
Fearing
Sediment building here
As brain fog
As ankle chains, of sorts
Hearts at risk, lives at stake
Apathy and anarchy abound
Should we stay
Magician’s Scarf
Who each woman is
Does she smell like lavender fields
More worthy of obsession with each passing Day
Why the fabric of her dress upon her skin causes men to sing?
The Earth springs forth, as I imagine, musical notes with her every step. Yes.
Such passion must she follow, as to leave us inspired
Her smile draws from an endless-deep joy well
Words from her soul have him come hither, a pulling of magician’s scarf
All Gone
The gods seized my feathers
And gave me in exchange
gossamer wings
Because they knew that I must fly
You stole my shoes
And mocked my innermost:
“dance, will you?”
Because you planned to watch me writhe